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(This is a poem I wrote one night while visiting, after a long interval of more than two decades, the small German town where I was born. I originally wrote it on 2nd December, 2021)
I was feeling anxious yesterday morning about my second post. Pressing “publish” on the first post was easy……
Every minute is my first,Every hour could be my last.Every second that passes, I write,Wandering in the white of the clouds.